Life Lately In Pictures: Brought To You By My Camera Phone

It started out like any other Wednesday night in my living room. Except my hip had just popped out of joint, and I was sitting across from my friend Jo, who was wearing an eye patch.

I’ll address your concerns later. But basically, she chemically burned her eye and my hip always pops out of joint, rendering me helpless for about an hour or so. The doctor said working out would help to prevent the problem. Translation: I’ll have this problem for life.

As we were talking about the travesties and paranoias of our lives, while simultaneously trying to diagnose our relational hang-ups, she went to the bathroom. So, I got up and started hopping down the hallway to my bedroom. As I bypassed Jo in the bathroom, the door was open and she was applying a face mask. Around the eye patch.

I’m not sure what it was about that extremely pathetic moment, but I started laughing so hard that my one good leg gave out on me. Then, Jo, like any wounded heroine, came over to assist me in walking down the hallway. Only problem was that my bum hip was on the right side and her bum eye was on the left.

One of our friends said, “Together you guys make the perfect pirate.”

I’m not sure if we make the perfect anything. Then, we sat on the couch, drank boxed wine out of plastic cups, while we commented on each others FaceSpace statuses about the events of the evening.

In other news, life has been busy. And, I’d like to attempt to explain it, but who has the energy? So, I’m going to give you a brief overview in pictures, compliments of my camera phone.

My dad gave my grandma Mother’s day flowers, except she didn’t have a vase. So he made one out of a lemon-lime pop container.

Awesome photos, B.D. – except that now I’m hungry.
Again.
Or still.
And I don’t have access to any spoons, either. Or Forks.
I do have opposable thumbs, though. Two of em. So I’m probably still in ‘bidness’.

Your doctor is right. Put on a grass skirt and do the Hawaiian hip-shaking dance if you want to cure your problem. I’ll give you a tape of me playing the bongo drums. You won’t be able to stop shaking your booty when you hear it.

love it! ok um yea so that pic you took of yourself while in a car was taken while you were securely parked and the car was turned off….right?! please don’t tell me it was while you were on the highway going 85!

That is so true… I love that you can find blunt candor in your…hiccups… we just have to sometimes, for me, it makes me life whole, without the candor and laughter (even if at my expense).. I would be on Prozac!

YAY…a fellow cake-pop hater I love cake pops simply because I get a TON of orders for them and they make me money…but I don’t get the obsession. They are just plain gross! Add that to our list of dislikes, right under Mayonaisse

The photo of the carbs you ate was not only hilarious, but YUMMY-LOOKING. You see, I’m addicted to carbs so I’d be right there with you. That pizza looked faaaaaabulous, btw.

One of these of days when you and I eventually meet, you gotta swear that we’ll sit down with a bottle of wine and watch SATC episodes, okay? I’m thinking I gotta just invest in purchasing the whole series because I’m tired of renting it.

Oh and….

“I got my first Starbucks cake pop, and at first I was grossed out cus it looked like an eyeball. Then, I was just grossed out cus it was gross.”

THANK YOU! I had one of those when they were giving them out in Starbucks to introduce them. GROSS!

Eye patch vs. bum hip? I actually wouldn’t mind an eye patch and then I’d decorate it and make it funky lol! I keep seeing those cupcake things from starbucks and I’m so glad you told me they were awful because I wasn’t willing to spend money on some weird looking cake stuff. But….dots cupcakes….their red velvet and chocolate mint cupcake……one word: awesome.

I’ve been missing your crazy life. I’ve been too caught up in my own crazy life to comment on anyone else’s. Whenever I start overindulging in carbs and spending too much time on Facebook, I know I’m in trouble. Sadly, this is a regular occurrence. I tried one of those little cupcakes at Starbucks. I was not impressed.

Apparently I have a popped rib. It hasn’t stopped me from doing too much, aside from avoiding mild pain when breathing, but it also didn’t get better after an hour so… it’s kinda the same right? RIGHT??

“basically, she chemically burned her eye” Oh damn! *cringe* That’s the kind of stuff that I wish upon my enemies. Poor cute Jo. I would imagine that you two DO make one thing very well together – and that’s trouble. Muwhahaha!